Page 72 of Dancing with the Devil

In the short time I’ve known him, he had done more for me than anyone else had. He risked so much, and made it abundantly clear that he’ll never stop taking care of me. In every aspect. And as fucked up as he is, he gets me. Heknowsme.

“But, I’m going to need a lot more convincing that I’m yours,” I coaxed him and he reached up, gripping the nape of my neck with a firm hand as his dark gaze met mine. Since the day we met, I could tell that he’d been holding back. “Lay down.”

I swallowed hard, laying back on his desk.

He lowered himself to his chair, tugging me forward and I gasped, gripping the edge.

A tingling sensation rushed through my body, landing between my thighs. He hooked his fingers around the strap of my panties and I lifted my hips. He pulled them down along with my shorts until they reached my feet and let it fall to the floor.Oh, fuck me—what am I getting myself into.

I looked down at him as he gripped the sides of my thighs, leaving trails of kisses on the inside of them. My heart nearly skipped a beat as I looked up at the ceiling.

He traced his tongue up my wet slit, and I slammed my hand over my mouth as my head fell back.

I gripped the side of the desk with one hand as I opened my mouth to moan into my palm.

I raised both of my feet onto the desk, clawing my fingers into the soft wood as he excessively sucked on my clit.

He gripped onto my right thigh, firmly holding it down. He grabbed my left leg, lifting it onto his shoulder, and slipped his tongue deeper inside of me.

“Antonio—” I sighed, feeling his free hand slide between my thighs. His wet tongue glided up to my clit as he slipped two fingers inside of me and I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling an unwavering pleasure rush through my body. “Oh,fuck,” I moaned, and his grip on my legs tightened.

His fingers pumped in and out of me and the wet suck of his mouth forced the muscles in my stomach to tighten.

With ragged gasps, my brows drew together as the vibrations of his hoarse groan against my clit ran up my spine.

His free hand slid up my stomach and he molded my breast in his hand. He squeezed my hard nipple between his thumb and pointer finger, making me sink my teeth into my bottom lip.

I reached down to tangle my fingers in his hair as I lifted my hips, rocking them against his tongue. “Oh, God,oh—fuck.”

A breathless whine escaped as I tried to squeeze my thighs together. My eyelids hung low as he licked and flicked my clit with his tongue. I whimpered, feeling the suck of his mouth on my sensitive nub again.

He groaned in pleasure, and I could feel him go harder in desperation.

My arousal leaked between my thighs until a blissful orgasm rippled through me. He dragged his tongue over my wet slit, collecting my arousal on his tongue and I shuddered.

My body melted into his desk as I let go of his hair, allowing my arms and legs to fall.

With a heaving chest, I threw my head back against the desk, trying to catch my breath.

Eventually, I propped myself up on my elbows and he leaned back in his chair, staring back at me with deviance. Utterly speechless, I sat up and when my eyes landed on his lap I froze.Did he—

“Did you…”

There was a knock on the door, cutting me off, and my eyes shot open as I looked back. I reached for my shorts, slipping them on before hopping off his desk.

“Oh my God,” I gasped, slamming my hands over my mouth.

“What’s wrong—”

“What’s wrong?” I whisper-yelled, cutting him off. There was a knock again and my head snapped toward the door. “Never mind,” I shook my head. “Let them in.”

He seemed reluctant, but when I encouraged him, he allowed the person behind the door to enter. As the door opened I dropped to the floor—behind his desk—making him smile.

“I’m sorry to bother you, boss, but you have a visitor downstairs,” Cesar said, and momentary silence fell over the room. “Hello, Miss Nirah,” he greeted and my body tensed.

I simply lifted my arm in the air, waving at him. “Hi, Cesar,” I softly said. I rested my forehead against Antonio’s knee, feeling embarrassed.

“Who is it?” Antonio questioned.